Lunch

I went out to the lake over my lunch hour for my normal
recreation time of the day. When I got out to the lake
there were folks on both jetties, gets crowded when the
crappie come in. I decided to fish along the rip-rap near
the road. It had rained earlier so everything was slick
and wet.

I had just got down to the water and got the rods set up
to fish with when I heard a voice behind me asking if I
had caught anything? It was one of the "old" gentlemen
that I have seen around the lake a lot. I know that he
has a hard time fishing now, arthritis is the cause. He
asked if he could have anything that I caught. I said
yes and he came down with his bucket to put fish in. I
went up to meet him to make sure he did not fall down.

I had a white Cyperts Minnow on one rod and a Streamer
Nymph on the other. I cast the Cyperts Minnow out, and
let it drop for a few seconds, before I started retrieving
it. The fly had come about three feet when I felt the weight
on the line. I sat the hook and brought in a nice crappie
of about 10 inches. Figuring if it worked once it was worth
a second try I cast to near the same place. I got another
solid hit.

By now a few other folks are watching what is happening,
because they have not been catching many fish. I kept
casting into this same general area. I was getting a
fish on almost every cast. I would swing them out of
the water and over to the old geezer. He would take
them off the hook and I would cast again.

When the bite slowed for the Cyperts Minnow at this
spot I turned and cast the other way. I again caught
a fish on almost every cast. All of them were carbon
copy crappie for size. About half were bright silver
and the other half were darkly, almost black, shaded.
When the bite started to slow, I changed rods and went
with the other fly.

I got a hit on almost every cast, but missed many of
the fish to start with. The tail on this fly was longer
than the one on the Cyperts Minnow and it took me a little
while to figure out that the fish were short striking
the fly. When I waited until I felt the third hit on
the fly I would hook the fish.

About this time I decided that I needed to look at my
watch. It was a good thing that I did as I needed to be
back at the office to see a patient. If I missed seeing
a patient, because of fishing, I would be in big trouble
on the home front. I carried the bucket up to the old
geezers car and put it in the trunk for him.

I went back to the task of earning a living. The old geezer
called me later to complain about having to clean 43 crappie
at one time. I told him that if he was going to be that
ungrateful that I would not supply him with any more fish.
He laughed and told me that the next time he was going to
count so he would not have so many. He also said that he
only saw 8 other fish caught while we were out at the lake.

I think part of it may be because the flies were moving
so slowly. Giving them about 7 or 8 seconds to drop would
only get them about 4 feet down. I think that the slow
drop and movement was the trigger for the fish to bite.

Just for information, this lake has way too many crappie
in it. I talked to a fisheries biologist who said his
opinion was that at least 40% of the crappie should come
out of the lake. His guess from lake studies was that
this would be in the hundreds of thousands of fish.